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Synopsis:

Aidan O’Linn’s childhood ended the night he saw a demon kill his mother and mark his sister, Ava, with Darkness. Since then, every three years the demons have returned to try to claim her. Living in the gritty, forgotten corners of Los Angeles, Aidan has managed to protect his sister, but he knows that even his powers to fight demons and speak dead languages won’t keep her safe for much longer.

In desperation, Aidan seeks out the help of Sid, the enigmatic leader of a rag-tag group of teens who run LA Paranormal, an Internet reality show that fights demons and ghosts. With them, Aidan believes he’s finally found a haven for Ava. But then he meets Kara, a broken girl who can spin a hypnotic web of passionate energy, and she awakens powers inside of him he didn’t know he had―and unleashes a new era of war between the forces of Light and the forces of Darkness.

With the fate of humanity in his hands, can Aidan keep the Darkness held back and accept his terrifying destiny, or will he and his sister fall to the same fate as their mother?Let's Meet The Author!

AUTHOR BIO:

Rachel A. Marks is a cancer survivor, a writer and artist, a surfer and dirt-bike rider, chocolate lover and keeper of faerie secrets. Her four kids and amazing hubby put up with her nerdiness with tremendous grace, even when she makes them watch Buffy or Smallville re-runs for days on end. She was voted: Most Likely To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse, but hopes she'll never have to test the theory. Darkness Brutal is her first novel.

A
girl moves in front of me—not the Hurley girl, not the one I was hoping for.
She presses closer, so close I can almost taste the salty perspiration on her
skin. She has thin, birdlike shoulders, a swan neck, a heart-shaped face, and
black hair, long and tangled, turning blue and green with the light. Her hands
slide up my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck and tilts her head to look
up at me.

Her
lips are full and painted dark purple. There’s a dimple in her left cheek that
gets deeper with her growing smile. And her eyes . . .

Fog
fills my head for a second, interrupting my thoughts.

“Hi,”
she mouths, calling attention to her lips again.

And
then she’s rising up on her toes, pulling me down to her, twisting her fingers
in my hair, her lips smashing against mine.

My
body buzzes from her touch, and my hands react, drawing her into me. I drink
her in. She tastes like the air around me, hunger and urgency, and—

Green
apple Jolly Ranchers?

I
grip her sides, her ribs so delicate beneath my fingers. The sweet tang of her
teases me, the hunger becoming a monster deep inside. I have to press her
closer, tighter, try to feed it, as I feel the fire of her need link with mine.

She
pulls back a little and looks at me with wide eyes, like she’s shocked. That’s
when I see the mark, a glowing, blue-inked line of what looks like Chinese
symbols, trailing down the nape of her neck to her shoulder blade. Symbols that
I’m suddenly sure mean: touch this girl at your own risk.

It’s
the only thing I see for a second: Beware. Beware.

Until
her energy reaches for me, wispy tendrils of blue light wrapping their way
around my wrists and snaking up my chest.

I
jerk away, into the guy behind me, stepping on his girlfriend’s toes. I get
shoved— thankfully farther from the hypnotic girl—through a space in the crowd,
saying a hundred excuse-me’s even though I know no one can hear them. I find my
way out of the press of bodies to the edge of the room again where it’s safe.